Текст песни The Hand That Signed the Paper - Dylan Thomas
                                                The 
                                                hand 
                                                that 
                                                signed 
                                                the 
                                                paper 
                                                felled 
                                                    a 
                                                city;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Five 
                                                sovereign 
                                                fingers 
                                                taxed 
                                                the 
                                                breath,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Doubled 
                                                the 
                                                globe 
                                                of 
                                                dead 
                                                and 
                                                halved 
                                                    a 
                                                country;
 
                                    
                                
                                                These 
                                                five 
                                                kings 
                                                did 
                                                    a 
                                                king 
                                                to 
                                                death.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mighty 
                                                hand 
                                                leads 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                sloping 
                                                shoulder,
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                finger 
                                                joints 
                                                are 
                                                cramped 
                                                with 
                                                chalk;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                goose′s 
                                                quill 
                                                has 
                                                put 
                                                an 
                                                end 
                                                to 
                                                murder
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                put 
                                                an 
                                                end 
                                                to 
                                                talk.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                hand 
                                                that 
                                                signed 
                                                the 
                                                treaty 
                                                bred 
                                                    a 
                                                fever,
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                famine 
                                                grew, 
                                                and 
                                                locusts 
                                                came;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Great 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                hand 
                                                that 
                                                holds 
                                                dominion 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                Man 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                scribbled 
                                                name.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                five 
                                                kings 
                                                count 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                but 
                                                do 
                                                not 
                                                soften
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                crusted 
                                                wound 
                                                nor 
                                                pat 
                                                the 
                                                brow;
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                hand 
                                                rules 
                                                pity 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                hand 
                                                rules 
                                                heaven;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hands 
                                                have 
                                                no 
                                                tears 
                                                to 
                                                flow.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 On Reading One's Own Poems
2 The Hand That Signed the Paper
3 Poem In October
4 Visit to America, Pt. 1
5 Visit to America, Pt. 2
6 Visit to America, Pt. 3
7 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 1
8 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 2
9 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 3
10 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 4
11 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 5
12 Return Journey to Swansea, Pt. 6
13 A Visit to Grandpa's, Pt. 1
14 A Visit to Grandpa's, Pt. 2
15 A Visit to Grandpa's, Pt. 3
16 In My Craft
17 After the Funeral (Introduction)
18 After the Funeral
19 Quite Early One Morning, Pt. 1
20 Quite Early One Morning, Pt. 2
21 Quite Early One Morning, Pt. 3
22 Quite Early One Morning, Pt. 4
23 Over Sir John's Hill
24 A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
25 The Outing, Pt. 1
26 The Outing, Pt. 2
27 The Outing, Pt. 3
28 The Outing, Pt. 4
29 The Outing, Pt. 5
30 Laugharne
31 Under Milkwood (Extract)
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